Her tent is a palace built of bright wool of many animals. Warmer and better than the air outside. On the comfy bed she is laying on the bear skin with quite confidence, eating fresh and rosy grapes that sparkle like crystals. In front of her the penurious young priest

Martin Trent remembered crashing that Iraqi stone farmhouse—past midnight, March, 2016. Inside, tapestries draped those stone walls. Four men: two at a table and two on a beat-up green sofa. Rifles? Low-voiced preparations for rocket-grenade strikes against Government forces? Like that?

The aisles are different here, the same, but the layout is different. The blonde woman clears her throat and pretends to read the labels on the bottles in front of her, but she’s half way across the world, with a thump in her temple that won’t dissipate and she can’t

Once upon a time,there lived a newly married couple named Rosy and Roshan. Few months later, they were blessed with a girl and a boy.On one fine morning they invited their relatives and named the boy as Henry and girl as Rose.The family happily for a few years,Their

Horus and the Crimson Guard celebrated the defeat of their once great rivals. When they returned, they discovered that a massive feast had been set out for them by the Lord General in charge of the Program, congratulating them for their great feat. Horus discovered a note on the holotable

Now,
by popular demand from the fans, my previous relationship life has made the
cut. This part of my life has taken many, many unexpected L's in which I
thought it was all good. This person will remain anonymous, so she'll go by the
name

It's a rather hard world I live in. Success is what brings meaning and excitement into your life. If you fail that, you'll be brought down to Poverty, the Government calls it, and you are seen nothing more than a burden. Right now, trying to keep up with this dream

The cracklings of the flames were racing at the same height as the songs of glory of the men surrounding them. Most of them had given up their twilight armor for clayey silk clothes, paired with their red skin, pulled by the lights of the fires. No cloud was obstructing the